Not OK

I had dinner with a friend at a local burger joint. This was the kind of place where they make your food to order (no...not BK). So we had plenty of time to wait for our food. In the middle of our chit-chat and scan of the local weekly, I looked up and notice a dude in his black undies just casually walking down the street. No shirt, no shoes, no worries. He was actually not bad looking and you don't often see someone halfway decent in their underwear outside of the bedroom or Calvin Klein billboard. But, here he was, just taking a stroll down a major thoroughfare. Nothing unusual about that, right?

Well, about 20 feet behind him was a slow moving police cruiser. It seemed as if he had been following my unclothed friend for some time and was just waiting for him to do something wrong. After all, its not a crime to walk casually in your underwear in public. If he had been at the beach or pool no one would have even noticed but, he was on a busy street. After watching Mr. Jockey and his police escort for about a minute he had gone out of view but, seconds later 4 more police cruisers roared down the street in his direction. I can only imagine what was happening.  My dinner companion and I got our burgers, loaded them up with toppings, and sat down to eat as if nothing had happened. After all, in my mind, we had already seen the most interesting part of the situation.